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By Rubrpig
About a week after the anniversary party for his company, Adam was working from home as it was a Friday and he had a report to finish and no appointments. As he was telecommuting and no scheduled Skype meetings, his Daddy told him that he was to put on his football uniform and spend the day in full gear as he worked. Adam got into his equipment and uniform and was fully dressed before his Daddy left for work. Daddy Mike nodded his approval and told Adam to put the helmet on as well and enjoy himself. Daddy Mike left for the construction site leaving Adam standing in the doorway dressed as a running back.
Heading to his home office, he sat down at the desk and removed his gloves and connected to the corporate servers and brought up the draft of the report he was working on. After most of the day with only a couple of breaks for the bathroom and lunch, Adam finished the report and sent it to his boss. Turning off the computer, he sat back and then he glanced at the screen and noticed the date on the screen and suddenly realized that he and Daddy Mike had been together for a year in 2 days.
Realizing that Daddy Mike had not mentioned anything, he decided that he would bring up the subject that evening once his Daddy got home. He sat and thought about everything that had happened in the course of the year. He realized that his life had vastly improved. He was more focussed and disciplined at work and at home. He had improved his skills as a hockey goalie and helped his team win their first league championship. He had learned that his needs were not as important as the needs of his Daddy and the responsibilities he had at work.
By Pup Shaggy
I took it all in. I was lost for words, even if I wasn’t gagged I wouldn’t have been able to say anything. I sat on my haunches staring trying to decide what to look at. A part of me was almost worried I’d spent too much time imagining what was down here that I was going to disappoint myself when I saw it… I didn’t. If anything I hadn’t been creative enough.
The space was massive, probably the length and width of his entire house. 3 of the walls were painted with thick black lines made to look like prison bars. The forth was plain concrete and was decorated with hooks, shelves and a case of so many things I wasn’t even sure what most of them were. There wasn’t a single window; a single clock, there was nothing to tell the passing of time. Nothing. Every speckle of light was artificial, raining down from the long dirty fluorescent tubes hidden amongst the mass of beams and chains spread across the ceiling.
On the far wall of the left of me was a wall of bars, like a prison wall, only behind it I could see 4 more doors; two pitch black like the entrance, another one made of more bars and the forth heavy metal. It was all sort of hard to make out, there was so much to see, I was afraid the room was going to change and I would have missed something if my gaze wasn’t constantly moving. I was lost in the place and it took Alex to laugh, walk up beside me and come down on his knees; literally talking into my ear to snap me back.
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Painful clamps pinch all down Billy’s muscled body, while heavy weights dangle from his balls. After the helpless stud endures each clamp being cropped from his flesh, he’s bent over and made to swallow Mr. Wilde’s hard cock before being tormented with the flogger. Chained down like an animal, Billy bites down on the bit gag tightly placed in his mouth as Christian furiously fucks him from behind. Billy is finished off with a load of hot cum all over his face.
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By Rubrpig
Adam finished showering and grabbed a towel and began to dry off. After toweling off, he picked up a hairdryer and began to dry off the steel chastity belt he wore. The heavy steel cararra belt which covered and caged his cock and balls had been locked on him almost 6 months ago by his leather Daddy. He had met his Daddy at the bar during a gear night and since that night, he had worked hard on becoming Daddy Mike’s gear boy. That night he had given Daddy Mike a promise that he would wear the belt for a minimum of 1 year and that he would be in gear every day either leather, skinhead, fetish or sports gear. He had grown accustomed to wearing gear every day even at the office.
Daddy Mike woke up and stretched. He sat up in bed and watched through the open bathroom door, his boy drying off and standing looking in the mirror while he dried off under his steel belt. He smiled as Adam had adapted very well to chastity and had become much more focussed on pleasing his Daddy. It also improved his focus at his work as well, which had been noticed by his supervisors.
By Rubrpig
This is a work of fiction and so do not attempt anything in this work of fiction without proper supervision.
Master Thomas signed off from the group Skype call with his leather brothers. The call had been about their annual trip to his mountain cabin for their leather retreat with their slaves. The 3 Leather Masters had discussed what the main scene would be and how best to provide a extreme test of endurance for their slaves. Finally, they had come up with a consensus which they had all agreed to and all felt would be an extremely hot scene.
He sat back in his leather desk chair and smiled as the thought of what was planned for their slaves was going to really push their limits and provide for the Masters a scene which should proof highly erotic. After a while he logged into the Mr. S website and placed an order for 3 pairs of the 4 buckle wrist restraints which would be needed for the scene. After processing the order was scheduled for delivery in several weeks which was more than enough time for the shipment to arrive prior to their leaving for the cabin.
By Rubrpig
Jason slowly woke up and stretched, well stretched as much as he could considering he was locked in his heavy armour. He was getting used to being always armed and now that he had been slowly switched to a low waste diet, the need to remove pieces of his armour had declined to only several days a week. Looking back at the 9 months since Sir and himself had left the ranch in California where they had been fitted with their armours had been an intense time due to the changes in not only the way he had to live but also in adapting to being the body servant to his former friend and partner now his Sir.
Their lives had started to settle into a routine. Most days he would get up before his Sir and prepare coffee and start on making breakfast. He was now quite used to cooking and manipulating kitchen tools and equipment with his gauntleted hands. As soon as the coffee was ready, he would pour a large mug and climb the stairs to the large Master bedroom that was now solely used by his Sir. He would knock and enter. Walking over to the bed he would set the mug down on the table and kneel waiting for his Sir to stir, wake and acknowledge him. His Sir usually would get up and stretch flexing his heavily muscled frame. Although Sir was smaller than him in height Sir was still as heavily muscled as he was under his armour. Sir would move over to stand in front of his kneeling servant, unlatch the visor and open the helm that covered his servants head. Jason would then open his mouth and his Sir would shove in his cock and begin pissing. Jason had become very used to being used as the urinal for his Sir and was now very used to the strong rank morning piss that filled his mouth every morning. Once the flow had slowed and stopped, Jason would suck and lick his Sir’s cock.